Friday, August 12, 2005

Fight Club. 

If you're wondering why I haven't called you or checked in on dodgeball lately, it's because I lost my phone. In a fight. At 4:30 in the morning. Five guys against me. Somehow I'm pretty much alright because they were even drunker than I was. Also I'm apparently very good at fighting. The phone, one fingernail, about 20% of my dignity and a few random bruises were my only injuries. The real first rule of fight club is: don't get into fights after your ninth glass of whiskey.

Email me [manhattantransfer(at)gmail(dot)com]your phone number or take this opportunity to wrap up our friendship.